AUDREY POV Lisaโs apartment was warm, the air filled with the faint scent of vanilla candles and something sweet baking in the oven. She had already set out a bottle of champagne and a tray of snacksโcheese, crackers, and some chocolate-covered strawberries. I sank into the couch with a sigh, accepting the glass she handed me. โSo?โ I raised an eyebrow. โWhatโs the occasion? Whatโs the good news?โ Lisa waved me off, settling beside me. โWeโll get to that.โ I gave her a suspicious look, but before I could say anything, she tilted her head and gave me a long once-over. Then, dramatically, she rolled her eyes. โOkay, but seriouslyโwhy are you dressed like my grandmother?โ I blinked. โExcuse me?โ She gestured at my outfitโa simple sweater, jeans, and sneakers. Basic. Comfortable. โI mean, look at you. Youโre practically screaming โI have given up on life.โโ I frowned, glancing down at myself. โWhatโs wrong with what Iโm wearing?โ Lisa scoffed. โOh, I donโt know. Maybe
AUDREY POV โThis is ridiculous.โ Lisa ignored me, shoving me onto a chair. โStay still.โ I huffed, crossing my arms. โI already agreed to the dress. That should be enough.โ Lisa snorted. โOh, sweetheart, no. Weโre not just dressing you up, weโre transforming you.โ I rolled my eyes but stayed put as she yanked my hair out of its usual ponytail and ran her fingers through it. โYou have such nice hair,โ she mused, grabbing a brush. โWhy do you always tie it up like you're about to do someoneโs taxes?โ โBecause it's convenient,โ I muttered. Lisa tsked. โConvenient is another word for *boring.* Now hush.โ She worked fast, her fingers moving with practiced ease as she styled my hair. Meanwhile, I sat there like a hostage, occasionally flinching when she tugged too hard. โThis is so unnecessary,โ I groaned. Lisa scoffed. โYou agreed to my plan, so stop whining.โ โDid I agree, though?โ I shot her a look. โYes. And it's too late to back out.โ I sighed, letting her do whatev
MICHELL POV I watched the footage again. And again. Audrey had left home, and she didn't deem it fit to put a call through to me. I tried her phone again. Voicemail. I had come home, expecting things to be as they should beโAudrey with Amelia, going over her lessons or making her laugh over some bedtime story. Instead, I had found Gabriella with Amelia in the sitting room, braiding her hair as the little girl hummed under her breath. Gabriella tending to Amelia wasnโt out of the ordinary. Audrey being gone without a word? That was. โWhere is she?โ My voice had been steady. Controlled. Gabriella had looked up, blinking in mild confusion. โMiss Audrey? She left hours ago, sir.โ My fingers curled. โLeft?โ โYes,โ she said, straightening. โI assumed she told you.โ She hadnโt. I clenched my jaw, shoving my phone into my pocket as I turned back to the screen, staring at the frozen image of her car leaving the estate gates. Where the hell did she go? And why hadnโt she told
AUDREY POVI led Amelia upstairs, my mind buzzing with questions. Who was that man? He had called Michell โbrother,โ but there was no warmth between themโonly cold, tense energy. Michell had looked furious at his arrival, and the way his jaw clenched when Victor spokeโฆit was as if he had been dreading this moment. Was he really Michellโs brother? The one he had been preparing for his visit months ago?If so, why did Michell seem to hate him? I reached Ameliaโs room and set her cartoons up, smoothing her hair as she settled on the bed. โYou stay here, okay? Iโll be back in a bit.โ She pouted but nodded, already engrossed in the colorful characters on the screen. I stepped out quietly, shutting the door behind me, and made my way back downstairs. But as I neared the dining room, I heard voices. โโฆAnd the little girl, she calls you Dad?โ A pause. Then, Victorโs tone sharpened. โDoes she know?โ I stopped in my tracks. Then, Michellโs voice, low and edged with fury. โKeep
MICHELLVictor was getting too comfortable.It wasnโt just the way he walked around the estate like he belonged there. It was the way he talkedโhis casual, amused tone, always pushing, always testing. And Audreyโฆ she didnโt seem to mind.I noticed it every time I walked into a room.The way sheโd laugh at something he said, the way he leaned just a little too close when speaking to her. The way she never looked as guarded around him as she did with me.I should have ignored it. I had bigger things to deal withโMontiel and De Luca.Samuel and Hector had come up with a temporary solution, something to stall their next move while I figured out how to gut their operation properly. It wasnโt enough. I needed something permanent, something that would send a clear message.Yet here I was, gripping the edge of my desk, my jaw tight with irritation, because Victor had just made Audrey laugh in the next room.I exhaled slowly, forcing my thoughts back to business.I clenched my jaw, shoving th
AUDREY POV.I slammed the door shut behind him, my breath coming fast and uneven. My hands were clenched so tight my nails dug into my palms. How dare he?I stalked across the room, trying to shake the fury crawling under my skin. Michell had always been this wayโone moment, he was close, watching me like I was the only thing in the world that mattered. The next, he was cold, distant, acting like I didnโt exist. And now, now he had the audacity to storm into my room, accusing me of seducing Victor? I let out a harsh, bitter laugh, pacing in frustration. What the hell was his problem?It wasnโt like he had any claim over me. He made sure of that.Months ago, we had sex. It wasn't a kiss or a hug. Sex.And what did he do after? Nothing. Not a single word. Not even a hint that it meant anything to him. He pretended like it never happened. Like it was something to be erased. And yet, tonightโtonight he had the nerve to act possessive? To look at me with that dark, jealous
MICHELL POVI clenched my jaw as I walked through the hallways of the estate, my fingers still curled into fists at my sides.Victor.I shouldโve known. I did know. That bastard had a reason for being here, and now I was certain it had nothing to do with some harmless visit.It wasnโt just business. It was personal.I saw the way he looked at Audrey. The way he lingered too long, the way he smirked like he was playing some private game I wasnโt invited to. And tonight? Tonight was the last fucking straw.My phone buzzed. Hector.I answered without looking away from my screen. โTell me.โโI started digging into Victor,โ Hector said without preamble. His voice was clipped, all business. โSo far, nothing directly incriminating, but his movements donโt add up. His trip here wasnโt planned last minuteโhe was preparing before you even had trouble with Montiel.โThat made me pause. โBefore?โโYes. Almost like he knew something was coming.โ A pause. โOr like heโs part of it.โI exhaled throug
ANYA POVThe day went by in a blur. Taking care of Amelia, keeping myself busy, anything to stop my mind from drifting to him.Michell. I hated that I thought about him at all. Hated that my chest still tightened when I remembered the way he looked at me this morning. I shoved those thoughts aside as I sat with Victor. He was different today. More curious. Asking questions that felt a little too personal. โWhat do you like to do in your free time?โ I frowned. โI donโt get much free time.โ He chuckled. โFair. But if you did?โ I hesitated. โI used to dance.โ Victorโs brows lifted. โBallet?โ I nodded. โBut that was a long time ago.โ His gaze flickered with something unreadable. โWhyโd you stop?โ I shrugged. โLife.โ That was all I was willing to give. Victor studied me, then leaned back. โYou intrigue me, bella.โ I rolled my eyes. โIโm not trying to.โ โThatโs what makes it interesting,โ he mused. I shook my head, deciding to turn the tables. โWhy arenโt you an
AUDREY POV.I couldnโt stop smiling as I touched my belly, feeling a sense of warmth and connection that seemed to grow with every passing day. It was strange, but in the best way possible. This babyโour babyโhad already become such a huge part of my world, even before I had a chance to meet them. I couldnโt wait for the day when theyโd be in my arms, but for now, I was content with the gentle movements, the little kicks, and the love that already filled me up inside.Michell was beside me every step of the way, and the love I saw in his eyes each time he looked at me was enough to make me feel like I could do anything. The planning for the wedding had been a whirlwind, but it was a beautiful chaos. Everyone was on boardโEthan, Lisa, Ameliaโeach of them supporting me, making me feel like I wasnโt alone in any of this. I chuckled softly to myself as I remembered the weird cravings. Sometimes they were so odd, even I couldnโt believe what I was asking for. The other day, I had sent
MICHELL POV.The days after Audrey told me about the pregnancy felt like they were moving at a dizzying speed, but with each passing moment, I found myself growing more and more excited. It was a strange combination of fear and joyโa blend of emotions I hadnโt expected. But one thing I knew for sure: this was happening. And I couldnโt be more ready.Ethan was the first person I wanted to tell. He had always been my sounding board, the one I went to for advice. And now, with everything changing, I knew I needed his support more than ever. So, I called him up one evening after dinner, my voice steady but a little too eager. I could hardly contain the news anymore.โHey, Ethan,โ I said, trying to sound casual, but the excitement was practically bubbling over. โI need to tell you something. Can you meet up?โThere was a brief pause on the other end, followed by Ethanโs usual laid-back tone. โOf course, man. Whatโs up?โโIโuhโwell, Audrey and Iโฆโ I let the words trail off, feeling a mix
AUDREY POV.I held onto Michell as if I could somehow wrap my arms around the whole world in that one moment. There was something so surreal about it, like time had stopped just for us. The air felt thicker, full of everything I had ever wanted, yet never truly believed I deserved.Michell and I had been through so much, had lived through the ups and downs that tested the very foundation of who we were. Weโd fought our way back from uncertainty, built something that felt more real than anything I had ever known before. Yet here we were, standing in the middle of a dreamโone that I wasnโt sure I could have even imagined until this moment.As I looked at him, his eyes were still shining with that quiet joy, and I saw something else in them, something deeper than I had ever seen before. He wasnโt just happy because of the proposal. No, this was a sense of peace, of certainty. A quiet understanding that he knew exactly what he wanted in this lifeโand that was me.And I knew, in that
MICHELL POV.The sound of laughter filled the room as Ethan and I clinked our glasses together, the amber liquid catching the light of the late afternoon sun. It had been a good dayโnothing special, just two guys sitting in the living room, talking about life. It felt like the first time in ages that things had slowed down to a pace I could enjoy.โMan, Iโm telling you, life is different when youโre not always running from something,โ Ethan said, leaning back on the couch, his hand cradling his drink as he looked over at me with that familiar half-smile of his.I chuckled. โI hear you. I spent half my life runningโsometimes, it feels like Iโm just starting to figure out how to stand still.โEthan nodded, his gaze thoughtful. โYeah, itโs strange, isnโt it? Everythingโs changed so fast.โAfter a few moments, I cleared my throat, breaking the silence.โHey, Ethan,โ I started, my voice a little more serious than usual. โIโve been thinking.โEthan looked up from his beer, raising an eyebr
AUDREY POV.The court proceedings felt like a distant memory now, the courtroom and the judgment barely leaving a mark on me anymore. Evelyn had been sentenced to thirty years, but even that didn't bring the closure I thought it would. Somehow, what she'd done to me still hung in the air. But in the quiet moments that followed, I could feel something shifting inside me, as if the fog was slowly lifting, bit by bit.Iโd spent the next few days with Ethan, moving through the motions, trying to piece myself together. There was a sense of calm, but also something delicateโlike I could break at any moment if I wasn't careful.Ethan was always there, steady and patient. And somehow, in his presence, I started to feel like I wasn't alone anymore. The pieces of me that felt lost began to click into place.It wasnโt just him, though. Michell, Amelia and Lisa too. They had been so supportive. One morning, as we were all seated in the living area, Lisa spoke. Amelia had gone to school, but n
AUDREY POV.The days after Evelynโs arrest felt like they belonged to someone else. A strange, dizzying blur of noise and silence, filled with questions I couldn't answer, and memories that still stung like fresh wounds. But somehow, I had to breathe through it all.Ethan had been thereโsteady and unwavering, like the one constant in the chaos. We had spent hours together, just the two of us. His words were like soft blankets wrapping around the rawness inside me. Ethan and I sat in the garden that morning, the sun barely rising but casting soft golden light over everything. It felt like it was just the two of us, the world far away, as he spoke.โYou know,โ he said, his voice soft but sure, โno wonder I liked you the moment we met.โI frowned, looking up at him. โWhat do you mean?โEthanโs lips twisted into a small, self-deprecating smile. โI couldn't put it together back then. It was like I knew youโฆ but from somewhere else. I should have realized.โI took a deep breath, trying to
AUDREY POV.Ethanโs voice was barely a whisper, but it sliced through the air like a blade. โYouโre telling meโฆ it was my uncle?โEvelynโs body sagged as if the truth was physically tearing her apart. Her lips trembled. โMattโฆ Matt wanted both you and Sophia gone. He was afraid theyโd ruin everything.โโWhat the hell are you talking about?โ Ethanโs voice cracked, a mix of confusion and horror. โWhy would heโ?โโBecause he wanted your fatherโs properties!โ Evelyn cried. โSo, he wanted to get rid of both of you.โThe room was spinning. My breath came in shallow bursts. My knees nearly buckled under me, and I clung to the wall like it was the only thing holding me upright. โWhat are you saying?โ I whispered. โWho was she?โEvelyn looked at me thenโreally looked at me. And what I saw there made my blood run cold. It wasnโt the cold stare of the woman Iโd called Mother all my life. It was something different. Something broken. She stepped forward, trembling, her voice hoarse.โYou were So
AUDREY POV.โEvelyn?โ Ethan's voice sliced through the tense air. It wasnโt a questionโit was an accusation.โEvelyn?โ I echoed, my voice barely a whisper as I tried to process the flood of emotions rushing through me. My gaze darted between Ethan and my mother, whose body had frozen.She turned slowly, her eyes locking with Ethanโs for the briefest moment. In that fleeting instant, I saw itโa flash of something that wasnโt just anger, but something much darker. Fear. But as quickly as it appeared, it was gone, leaving behind only the mask of defiance she always wore.Before anyone could react, she made a desperate moveโjerking violently against the grip of the security guards holding her. Her eyes widened in sheer panic, and for a split second, I saw the wild, primal look of someone on the edge of losing control.โHold her!โ one of the guards barked, his grip tightening around her arm as he fought to keep her still.She was cornered now, her frantic eyes scanning the surroundings
AUDREY POV.That night, after everything, as I finally lay down to sleep, my mind couldn't seem to settle.The dayโs events replayed over and over, but it wasn't long before exhaustion took over, pulling me into a deep slumber.The dream came again. The one Iโd had so many times before. It was always the sameโgentle, comforting. A manโs voice, low and warm, calling me beautiful names, followed by a womanโs melodic tone, soft but so loving, calling me something sweet, something precious. Their words were a lullaby, one I never wanted to wake from.Then there was the boy, the same boy from every dream. A little, golden-haired boy, swinging me in the air. His laughter would echo, sweet and innocent, as the swing creaked with each push. The breeze would tangle my hair, and Iโd feel weightless, carefree. For a moment, everything was calm, perfect even. But then something shifted. For the first time, I wasnโt just watching. I was part of the dream. I was the one dancing. My body moved i